slowly as fine wine ages.
Ours is a love for the ages,
and only the sages will understand.
Why it is I froze, looking
up at the ceiling, long enough
for you to ponder
what's on my mind
The 2 things you said:
lack of trust, and
you can't pretend a year didn't go by
That alone made it reality.
To know that the glee
of you and me is only temporary;
that I can't have you
How I want. for you
to be free, not only for me;
for you are the world.
the reason I had to freeze
and cork my passion
and spill my seed while french-kissing.
I long for you
So much, that it is scary;
I may trust but I still fear
To be taken for granted;
Once more to bite my lip
and swallow my tears
as another new lover learns
because my soul burned
In the fire called Experience,
I'm a teacher who watches bright pupils
return
to make their peace, they shed.
turn the good into stress
and deny I was the best they ever had.
I can't promise that I can
continue to hide my vulnerability;
yes! I may cry and cuss
not just for sympathy
but for the understanding that I need.